here it goes......



there i was to them i was a convict
they assumed it was me that commited this conflict
they have not yet reached a final verdict
getting impatient
i still sit full of suggestion
third day in this hell i sit ansewring questions
the closer and closer we get to the final conclusion
i sit still being watched by the eyes of denial
time goes by so quickly i begin to turn senile
for it's been like an eternity that i sat through this trial
"I DID NOT DO IT" i scream to them out of impatients
i've never met these people but somehow i begin to hate them

let's go back to the day when the crime was committed
but yet it was me that they blame in an instant
when the real criminal was not even distant
i denied but still they were persistent
up and down my legs they begin to fill me
holding a gun up to my body
having the power holding it against me
but i know the real truth and for that they can't kill me
cause i know i am innocent cause there is no why they can prove me guilty